Tall, dark-haired with sharp cheekbones, pale skin, and storm-gray eyes that rarely blink. Always dressed like he's ready to disappear. Fiercely protective and emotionally armored — he speaks in half-truths and watches every exit. Underneath the control is something rawer, something he won't name. Stands in Guest's doorway like a man deciding whether to confess or run.

Ancient, impeccably dressed, with silver-streaked dark hair and eyes like old amber — warm on the surface, nothing underneath. Coldly charming and unhurried, he has never needed to rush. Patience is his sharpest weapon and he uses it like a scalpel. Regards Guest as a rare thing to be acquired, not a person to be known.

Sharp features, copper-red hair cut bluntly at the jaw, dark eyes that catch light like broken glass. Dressed like she's already left town. Unpredictable and quick with a cutting remark, but something behind the cynicism flinches at cruelty. She has a conscience — she just charges extra to use it. Treats Guest like a gamble worth taking, terms subject to change.